Senseless Nights

A day in the life of an insomniac.

It is that time at night where you find yourself caught between asleep and awake.  You close your eyes, but nothing works.  You can count sheep, count the stray strings of fiber that had come loose from your large blanket, and count the number of glow in the dark stars and various post-it notes in your room.  It will not help.

 

At this point, you turn on the television onto one of the several infomercials or paid programs because it is all that is on.  Your back is turned to the television and you watch as the walls change from color to color, according to what is shown on the TV.  You hope that by putting the television on silent or mute that it would help you concentrate on falling asleep.  That, however, is not the case.

 

You soon become aware of every creek or bump that your house makes as several intervals of time passes by.  Everything is quiet, you may thing.  But in the back of your mind is that never-ending high frequency beep that never seems to go away.  First, you can’t stand it, but eventually it begins to calm you.  You feel at peace and it seems that you might actually get some sleep.  Nope.

 

Instead, you feel your subconscious come to life, asking the most absurd questions: Why is the grass green? Why do people watch these ridiculous scripted “reality shows?” If men are abusive because they were abused once in their life, how did that abuse begin and what is the original source of the first initial abuse?  You cannot find any way to answer these questions and are immediately tempted to Google it.

 

But then that leads to finding the energy to get up, which requires energy in itself, and once you are on the Internet, you forget why you got up in the first place because you were so concentrated on getting out of bed.  So, you continue to your social networking websites instead. Therefore you decide, or rather your subconscious does, that all of that requires so much work and effort to it that you just end up lying in bed, trying to get to sleep.  That is when you realize one of two things: a) the sun is rising, and you have to get up in an hour anyway, so you do, and you get an early start. Or b) you are back to where you started, and the cycle repeats itself until you get to option a.

 

Author's Note

I wrote this one night when I couldn't get to sleep. I don't usually write like this, as in second-person using "you," so I hope this is do-able. :]

Reviews

[Richard Longbow]

This basically describes about two nights a week for me. I can really relate. You described it perfectly. Great job!